Ink and watercolor on traditional Vietnamese Do paper.

A memory from the outskirts of Da Lat. Standing on a pine hill at dusk, I watched a herd of buffaloes slowly making their way home. The soft jingling of bells around their necks, clouds and mist descending, the air filled with a sense of absolute freedom.

Painted with delicate ink lines and transparent washes, the work captures a fleeting moment of rural tranquility, a quiet, timeless.